In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

and takes out a small black

his chest, way too close, and so I quickly

are supposed to be engaged and that entails

while opening the lid of the

open as I glance

of me to wear a ring but it still takes

said, but the way he said it.Are my ears playing tricks on me or am I really just incredibly daft to not have noticed it before? But I swear, I

eyebrows furrow as I glance at

is there, probably by the way he

a country and spends quite a long time there that

so hard on this? Damien probably just went on

doesn't seem to be the type

work and other activities

cant accept

I find myself saying.

is absolutely

rings but I can tell

stones,that surround the main one- the band is either white

have no clue

very

"Why not?"

asks, he looks thoroughly

much.I can't accept the ring.I mean it's a family heirloom.You

to clarify, seeing

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

my head,

people will be expecting you to wear this.You will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in

be confused as I look at him

"Protect me, from what?"

become important without making a few enemies,’ he

there to do so.So you have

serious then he usually is, if

oblige Damien gently grabs my hand, holding it firmly in his, and

goes dry and my face flushes at the intimacy of

gesture had this not been due to a

even making sense with such a befogged mind? We

back as he now talks to

is now mine, I

heavy as I

signalling that Max has left, snaps me

to where we

walks towards his

act more than

says perplexed, wondering as if how on earth to do

and walk over to his desk, passing him I sit down on his

me an unamused look but he doesn't say

ones and so that makes me spin in it